Lark in the clear air

Sir Samuel Ferguson, a famous poet and Celtic scholar in Belfast,
wrote the words of this song in the 1850s. The tune seems to be
collected by Mrs. Ferguson in the West of Ireland.

Dear thoughts are my mind and my soul it soars enchanted,
As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day,
For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted,
And tomorrow he shall hear all my fond heart longs to say.

I will tell him all my love , all my soul's pure adoration,
And I know he will hear my voice and he will not answer me nay,
It is this that gives my soul all it's joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day.